Early this morning I found that the kitchen had the water on the floor. This was quickly reported to the old man with the quickness, who quickly mopped things up so I could get to my food bowl (breakfast is an essential meal).

After some digging under the sink, the old man made all sorts of sounds that reflected his frustration. When the water did not seem to stop, the sounds became increasingly angry, and my friend stormed out of the kitchen.

Not long after I'd made the wet floor discovery, the doorbell rang. I was first to answer it, but I still have to wait for the old man to reveal who the mystery guest is. Sometimes it's Izzy or Buck come to play for the afternoon. But occasionally, it is the stranger, and no strangers allowed inside according to my rules.

Who are you?" I demanded to know. I woofed it all mean and the like.

The old man let him in before we were properly sniffed in peace, and you know what this means. Oh yes. Now we have an invader on our hands. This was the first mistake. The second was that he did not bring any peace-treats for me. Therefore, we has the war.

I dove for the man's sneakers, "Imma bite your toes and chew your sneaker laces to threads!"

The old man stopped me before I could make a dive for those infiltrating boots and I was taken away. I fought the whole way of course. No reason to let this stranger think that he's won the battle yet. I will haunt him with my taunts, that is the new plan. Perhaps a better one too since he does seem like a pretty big opponent.

"Let me at ‘em, let me at him!" I barked as the old man locked me in the bedroom.

I knew they could still hear me from the kitchen, so I did the barks and made all the noise I could muster up. Every time I heard some sound, any sound, I barked out the scariest thing I could think of at the time.

"Don't you do it! Don't touch my kibbles!"

"You better get out before I get the rage!"

"Imma bite your sneakers to pieces!"

I could tell the stranger was getting scared, you can smell the fear. The old man occasionally yelled for me to stop it, but I had the good job to do. So I danced all over the doorway, occasionally snorting under the edge to make sure this guy knew that a wild animal lurked beyond the safety of the door. Maybe give them something to think about before wandering around my home.

Eventually the old man let me out of the room so I could inspect the place. Sure enough, the stranger was gone, hopefully long gone away from here. And it's nothing personal really, I just feel super obligated to protect the house. And I know that deep down, the old man sleeps way better knowing that I have a zero-tolerance policy for sneaky strangers.

But enough with being the protecting boy, it's time to relax and enjoy a nice spot on the sofa under the whirshing sound of the ceiling fan. Oh yes, and a nice back rub from my friend who has joined me here.